It was all too familiar. The smoke lingering in the air, the enveloping cacophony of high pitched rings and chimes, the flickers of neon lights that winked from every corner. They had told me never to return here. The clerk gave me a knowing smile when he slowly slid the token across the counter.

So familiar it was between my fingers.

I stood, watching. Them, the happy, the sad, the hopeful, the hopeless, the inebriated.

I flicked the chip over and over again with my fingertips. A habitual trait.

One more chance.

One more.

Just. One. more.

With a burst of courage I cantered over to the table, sat down at the stall and tapped on the table with my one and only chip. The woman beside me gasped as she looked at the number. I pushed it forward with my scarlet lacquered finger tips.




  1. 13 December 2015 / 8:26 am

    I passed by here to see the current word and saw that my story was selected a few weeks ago. Thank you, Laura. Just goes to show one can’t really judge their own work…
    Oh! I hope it landed on red πŸ™ Gambling establishments are such shady places…the smell of smoke and booze and the forever hopeful faces.

    • 18 December 2015 / 4:20 pm

      They are very shady places, so bright and merry on the outside but a different picture when you really start to look at the details. You’re very welcome, it was very deserved!

  2. 14 December 2015 / 12:01 am

    It’s so tense. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins. Everything on red, eh? Fantastic piece πŸ™‚

  3. 30 December 2015 / 9:55 pm

    Delightful as always! Glad the lion got a well-earned rest (and drink!) over the holidays! Happy New Year!

    • 4 January 2016 / 7:14 pm

      Happy new year to you too! To be honest, I think the lion indulged a little too much, he’s in boot camp this week so he’s fresh for his new start next week πŸ˜‰

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